Shut out, pimpled and angry

I quietly tied all my guts into knots

Gave up on trying to make them

I figured it take them too long to look up

and besides

It was undeniably clear to me I don't know why

When every other part of life

seemed locked behind shutters

I knew the worthless dregs we all are then



lucked out

found my favorite record

lying in wait at the birmingham mall

the songs that i heard

the occasional book

were the only fun i ever took

and i thought i was making myself

but the trick is just making yourself



but when they're parking their cars on your chest

you still got a veiw of the summer sky

to make it hurt twice when your restless body

caves to it's whims

and suddenly struggles to take flight...



three thousand miles northeast

i left all my friends at the morning bus stop

shaking their heads